It was my nephew’s Christening a couple of Sundays ago. This provided an opportunity for my extended family to get together and do what second generation Irish families do. Drink. A lot.

I was met at the church by a couple of my cousins, who asked what I had done to my arm (as I was still in a sling at this point).

“Oh, he dislocated it snowboarding, it’s quite a funny story actually.” interrupted my Uncle.

“I…er…wha…how did..?”

“Oh, your Dad told me about your website so I read about it last week. And how was your Chinese the other night?”

“My Dad? He….wha…?”

There is a reason that I do not use my real name on this site. It is so that people who know me, will not know this is me. Those people include people I work with, clients, friends, and in many cases, family.

It turns out my mother, who heard about it whilst I was pissed at Christmas, told her sisters who told their children who told most of the western world, and now most of my extended family read this site. Which is a bit shit in all honesty. Mainly because I can’t now tell you all what a bunch of alcoholic inebriates they are. Even though I would very much like to.

I was planning to use the ‘C’ word quite a bit this week as well, so could all elderly relatives with a weak disposition look away now. Until about July.

On the plus side, I will start dropping Christmas and Birthday present hints in about mid-November so you have no excuse for not getting me something I want.

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